WorthIt
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CURRENT STATUS: Quietly Seeking Balance
OLD STATUS: getting my butt kicked in the fibro fight but winning the battle
And so it begins ... I created this coat I wear with choices I made over many years.
Now the time has come to woman up, accept that I abused my coat and it is time to become the tailor and recreate it.
I now choose to believe that there is beauty hidden beneath the fat I have stored in all of the pockets, the rips and tears, the carefully drawn lines of the surgeons knife.
I wear these scars as proof of a life full of challenges I overcame, even if I didn't do it perfectly, or right... I survived. They are a map of my life permanently etched into my skin. They were once fresh, open and sore, now smooth and almost pleasant to trace with the tip of my fingers, my badges of life.
Some of it is well earned, some of it was unnecessary but served it's purpose at the time, but all of it in combination represents the good and the bad decisions I have made over my adult life leading up to today. I can't change the scars nor do I want to.
I have allowed my coat to become heavy and cumbersome. It envelops me every second of every day of my life but it doesn't keep me warm, it makes me cold and numb.
I hide inside my house and inside the coat because being cold and numb is now safe and comfortable, I could easily walk away and keep the coat on because despite all it's flaws it's MY coat, I earned it therefore I wear it.
I have become accustomed to living in it, even made adjustments to my life so I can keep it on. The longer I wear it unaltered the longer I can keep my life the same, the longer I can hide, the longer I can keep using the Fibro as an excuse, the longer my family has to accept that I won't join them in many activities but rather sit by the side of the track and watch them race around laughing and playing.
I am always present with them, ever wrapped in my coat, I am there, I can witness their joy and be part of it from inside my coat where it is safe, and cold, and numb.
I can make them laugh by things I say.... from safely inside, and they always know where to find me... I'm sitting somewhere in the house ever available... safely inside. I'm always there when they need me, to talk, to sit in silence, to be referee, to be their reality check, to be their safe haven... from safely inside.
They can come to me, they can find me, I'm always here but I'm tired of being found, I want to start finding, I want to walk to them and with them instead of them having to walk to and away from me.
The cold makes me tired and complacent but I'm done with that I want/need/desire/deserve to reshape my coat and make it beautiful warm again.
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OLD STATUS: getting my butt kicked in the fibro fight but winning the battle
And so it begins ... I created this coat I wear with choices I made over many years.
Now the time has come to woman up, accept that I abused my coat and it is time to become the tailor and recreate it.
I now choose to believe that there is beauty hidden beneath the fat I have stored in all of the pockets, the rips and tears, the carefully drawn lines of the surgeons knife.
I wear these scars as proof of a life full of challenges I overcame, even if I didn't do it perfectly, or right... I survived. They are a map of my life permanently etched into my skin. They were once fresh, open and sore, now smooth and almost pleasant to trace with the tip of my fingers, my badges of life.
Some of it is well earned, some of it was unnecessary but served it's purpose at the time, but all of it in combination represents the good and the bad decisions I have made over my adult life leading up to today. I can't change the scars nor do I want to.
I have allowed my coat to become heavy and cumbersome. It envelops me every second of every day of my life but it doesn't keep me warm, it makes me cold and numb.
I hide inside my house and inside the coat because being cold and numb is now safe and comfortable, I could easily walk away and keep the coat on because despite all it's flaws it's MY coat, I earned it therefore I wear it.
I have become accustomed to living in it, even made adjustments to my life so I can keep it on. The longer I wear it unaltered the longer I can keep my life the same, the longer I can hide, the longer I can keep using the Fibro as an excuse, the longer my family has to accept that I won't join them in many activities but rather sit by the side of the track and watch them race around laughing and playing.
I am always present with them, ever wrapped in my coat, I am there, I can witness their joy and be part of it from inside my coat where it is safe, and cold, and numb.
I can make them laugh by things I say.... from safely inside, and they always know where to find me... I'm sitting somewhere in the house ever available... safely inside. I'm always there when they need me, to talk, to sit in silence, to be referee, to be their reality check, to be their safe haven... from safely inside.
They can come to me, they can find me, I'm always here but I'm tired of being found, I want to start finding, I want to walk to them and with them instead of them having to walk to and away from me.
The cold makes me tired and complacent but I'm done with that I want/need/desire/deserve to reshape my coat and make it beautiful warm again.
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